Diamond Bollocks Lyrics

looking back at some dead world 
that looks so new 
offices and fountains that they named for you 
dazzlements of accidents 
rejoice their doom 
hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms 

girl you dream infections 
from a nauseous heart 
choice cut meats from derelict boulevards  

hear that lonesome whistle blow 
no direction to be known 
in a senile of revery 
a tearful gaze turns away 
eroding cold and grey 
scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness  

looking back at some dead world 
that looks so new 
offices and fountains that they named for you 
so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face 
terrorist confections look so out of place  

looking back at some dead world... 
that looks so new... 
looking back at some dead world... 
that looks so new... 
looking back at some dead world... 
that looks so new... 
looking back at some dead world... 
that looks so new... 
looking back at some dead world... 
that looks so new...